"I will not rest"--riiiight!

White House wanderers tour Acadia

The Big Purple Lips guy, having a 'very healthy slurp' of ice cream. He will never be obese, because it seems he's shrinking! (HIV Positive? AIDS?)

Malia seems very happy to greet someone of her own age, though MOm is really trying hard to look like a 12 year old!

Butt, the best part is:

"Arriving in a small jet before the Obamas was the first dog, Bo, a Portuguese water dog given as a present by the late U.S. Sen Ted Kennedy, D-Mass.; and the president's personal aide Reggie Love, who chatted with the governor of Maine, John Baldacci."

Oh, goody! Barry can FLOSS now!

One last thought: Will Gibbs claim there are 'jobs created' in Bar Harbor, just so these idiots will not have to be on a Florida, Mississppi, or Alabama beach?

Check out this one!

Where to park? Not a problem.

Extreme Hat Tip to Always on Watch

Is she from the planet "Van-door", that I created in 1989--or what?

Another Napolitano Gaffe

"I've been to Alabama during the spill. I met with Governor Barbour and other officials..."

Haley Barbour is the governor of Mississippi.

Hear it for yourself at Breitbart

Boy and Dog

This is the original photo I gave, among many other things to Bill Morton, the current President of Rogers Park Chamber of Commerce. I guess he may have hung it on one of his walls?

The dog is called RockNRoll, a chihuahua and (I think), and rat terrier mix that Bill Morton somehow got his hands on back in 2008. I retouched the shot to eliminate the leash.

Well, today, RockNRoll was apparently attacked by a German Shepherd (call him Horst), and Rock found he wasn't as cocky as he thought he was (kinda like Bill, his 'master') and got beaten and chewed to the point that Rock is somewhat paralyzed, and seems to now need a doggie neurologist, at a cost of thousands of dollars, which Bill never has seemed how to earn!

I liked RockNRoll when I first met him, and he liked me more as time traveled its way (unlike his master, Bill Morton). I took care of his needs to go out a number of times. I photographed him.

But Bill Morton refused to have his male dog neutered, and that may have played as a great part of today's situation. Quite frankly, RockNRoll was the horniest dog I had ever seen. Bill's friend Chicago Shadows gave him a stuffed animal, a surrogate, so Rock could get his 'rocks off', every day after he ate.

I am no longer friends with Chicago Shadows, though he trolls and occasionally comments here; I moderate comments, which is why you might not see your comment for a day or so, until I have discerned who you might be.

Creepy people seem to make creepy things to happen, don't they? And Idon't like creepy people!

And, I will say here, that if there is any fault in today's attack on the dog, RockNRoll, it falls upon Bill Morton, for not getting the dog neutered as he was advised by several people, including myself.

Of course, now, Bill Morton, the ne'er-do-well of Rogers Park (because he never really wanted to do anything, let alone the hard work required as Rogers Park Chamber of Commerce President!) is basically out begging on the streets of Rogers Park to save his dog.

Oh. My. Goodness.

Why is that? If you choose to keep an animal, do you not have or save up money as a contingency plan, in case something would happen to the animal?

Right now, Bill Morton is pleading for several thousand dollarsev to save his dog.

Because Bill, you see, does not quite get it, yet, that 'you have to work to make a living to be able to afford things, like dogs'.

And by virtue of no comments on RP 1000 tonight, there seem to be no takers for this grift.

What about the $1,425 he's owed me, for paying his rent at 1205 W. Sherwin Avenue in January and July of 2009? Am I, a human being, not more important than a DOG?. Apparently not.

Well, if any of you out there donate anything, guess what? Bill will turn it around to his advantage. He's nothin' but yer common grifter.

As for Rock, I can only hope he survives, and is removed from the so-called 'care of Bill Morton', who does not know how to treat a friend, let alone a dog!

I understand Bill is back out in Elmwood Park, crying on his dad's shoulder. For the interim.

He'll probably see you at an El stop soon. Begging. Because he has pretty much tapped all his 'friends' in Rogers Park.

Don't get me wrong: I feel very badly for Rock, and certainly hope he can survive this trauma. He just might: he's that kind of dog!

Will Bill Morton survive this trauma? I think not. And that seems to deem the Rogers Park Chamber of Commerce to DOOM!

They owe me money? I give a rat's bum.

It was only my Social Security payout for all the years I worked for my entire LIFE!

I am just so pleased and happy to not be a part of those crooks anymore!

And that includes the Interim Treasurer, the self-called Bishop James Alan Wilkowski. He's all tied up, apparently, and not responding with the required funds. Except by sending comments to this blog under the moniker: "HONEST". If in fact you were honest, Jim, you would have made certain I received a check BEFORE 30JUN2010, to cover monies I put out in late 2008 and in 2009. Scammer!

ToniDuncan, a Rogers Park Chamber of Commerce Board member, has not respnded on her blog, www.howardwatchers.blogspot.com

So. Bill, you've run out of friends...you had a great one here until you effed with me...and now you owe the world...for your dog.

Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, maybe your dear friend Barry can help you now?

Does Obama even understand?

Just something I learned in high school...and he apparently DID NOT and never could.

"Alea jacta est".

Words spoken by Caesar, in Rome, the United States counterpart these days.

"Alea jacta est". It is Latin. Haven't you ever studied that?

Gee, what do you think it means?

"The die has been cast".

Oh, right, we thought that meant that Barry (and his wifey) could ascend the throne, right?

But...there is no throne in America, unless you've been dinking very heavily and need to find one to puke in.

(I think he thought and still thinks there is a throne for him, but it would be 'down the hall and the first right on your right' (so I've been told), and I have the feeling that Barack Obama, with his '57 states', and the fact that his 'father served in WWII' (find it for yourself; I DID!), has no idea right now where he is, other than on the Maine shores with his wife and daughters, one of whom he seems to have a preference for, though, "she's looking too old for me."

Is this president some sort of pervert, hanging his arm around this 12 year old girl's shoulder?

Is that why she is being sent away, to a four-week sleep-over camp (her first time away) in banishment?

THESE KINDS OF THINGS HAVE OCCURRED AMOMG ROYALTY IN THE PAST, and possibly even in the present?

Is she becoming some kind of 'DRAW' for Daddy, or what?

Or is this 12 year-old a threat to Michelle?

Of course, the White House (Bobbie Gibbs is on his way out, I think) would not explain. He would back off and take his pasty, high forehead to the nearest buffet.

But I, as a former mother, have some pertinent questions:

(1) Why are you hanging on your young daughter and not on your wife? It's a vacation! Butt, I guess no kinda romance there, because you're pretty gay-acting.

(2) Why are you hanging on your young daughter? She certainly does not look comfortable, and you should know, as a Dad (but you're not, apparently, that YOU DO NOT TOUCH YOUR DAUGHTER AFTER SHE HAS DEVELOPED BREASTS!)

And isn't it so nice that Valerie Jarret, 'Barry's surrogate Mommy' is hovering over Natasha, teaching this young child the rudiments of 'life in the Obama family'?

Barry, you creep, I refuse to address you at your rank, because you are RANK and DISGUSTING.

LEAVE YOUR DAUGHTER ALONE, arsehole! Do not introduce her to your life of 'stained pants', the times you had with "FRANK". You're a complete arsehole if you do!

(Butt, he probably won't...those types of things kind of run in families, don't they? Foolin' aroun' is a Progressive thang, ain't it? Look at where his Mommy was, and who she was with, fer'instance!).

Seriously, do some research on Stanley Anne Dunham. You'll find a lot, as I did.

Her relationship with her own father seemed kind of creepy to me, because he gave her a name he would have given a SON, and she could never be that.

Stanley Anne's die was cast, and she chose it, she liked it, especially after she found Barack Obama, Sr. and used him for Barry's father on a non-existent birth certificate in Hawai'i.

And Barry, the son as she most likely truly named him, has now seen the die cast--against him!

As Ceasar stated ( and let us learn from history):

Alea Jacta Est.

The Extreme Beauty of the Abalone

I may have shown this before, my abalone shell on one of my very apropos abstract backgrounds. Actually, it was my mother's abalone shell, which she acquired in the mid-1950s.

I guess now, it is considered an 'antique'.

I've kept it clean and photographed it a number of times, but never shot the outside until the other day.

What do you think? (Click to enlarge)

The colors inspire me to paint (but it's still too HOT here in Chicago to do it the way I do, as Leonardo did, with layers and layers of glazes, each less than a hair's breadth), so I thought I would give you ALL this benefit, instead of trying to sell it to just one person.

Nature, with all of her vagaries, continues to have no match in Man!

And didn't the Creator really do some marvelous beauty...unlike Man's idea, loaded with pancake make-up, mica glitter and the FALSEST of false eyelashes?

President of Rogers Park Chamber of Commerce...

...really likes to LIVE IN THE PAST!

Captured from www.rp1000.blogspot.com

The Norshore Theater and its environs were torn down to make way for Ald. Joe Moore's lovely project, The Gateway Centre, which now contains a few businesses, a Dominick's with OUTRAGEOUSLY high prices, and a lot of unrented spaces (which I have photographed a number of times and which continue to be troubling.).

But Bill Morton can only think of 'what used to be'! I am certain a part of him is destroyed by the teardown of 1561 W. Howard, the former Wisdom Bridge Theatre (which Eva McCann and her group abso-freakin-lutely destroyed with Ald. Jo Moore's blessing, and probably some of the Ald.'s menu money) (I TOLD YOU SO, BILL!, BUT YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE ME!).

But you see, Bill Morton, a man of some limited intelligence, cannot seem to wrap his head around those facts, and continues to bemoan the fact that the Adelphi Theater was torn down, and the Norshore Theater was torn down.

Boo-freakin-hoo, Bill Morton. Did you ever consider growing up (because you owe me, personally, a nice chunk of bucks--$1,425 to be sure--for saving your sorry ass from eviction at 1205 N. Sherwin Avenue, SUITE 803?). A fact which you, as Rogers Park Chamber of Commerce PRESIDENT, refuse to address?

Have you considered at all the fact that your Rogers Park Chamber of Commerce has defaulted on the monies owed me for the seeding of that organization?

While you sit there with your dog who pees all over the carpet in your apartment, and continually humps a stuffed animal, Bill, start to think about the fact that I, an older woman, gave you money and food in order to survive, and I also allowed you to have your dream come true--a Chamber of Commerce, to which I LOANED the necessary dollars.

Which you have not repaid--not one buck to me personally, and your Chamber missed your June '31st' phony repayment date.

And you have the audacity to not utter a word to me...to let your 'costumed' Interim Treasurer, James Alan Wilkowski, the SEIU 880 member and County worker in David Orr's office (where you once worked, but obviously couldn't hack it there) speak to me in your stead, and try to belittle me due to my AGE, with one of YOUR photographs?

Why, Bill Morton?
(What your bishop-close friend has done is called DISCRIMNATION. Shall I sue the 'costumed' creep? I am certainly thinking about doing just that!).

Oh, I know why--you and the Bishop, James Alan Wilkowski, have no balls and never will! EVER!

What a condescending piece of crap is the Rogers Park Chamber of Commerce.

And just what has it done to help this community to thrive and GROW?

Time for a Special 'Thank You'!

I see I have a new Follower--Granny Jan and Jihad Kitty! Wow! Thanks, Gran!

You can see great (and well-produced!) videos here.

Or visit Granny Jan at the new blog.

Gran: You did much more than 'cheer' me today--you made the day with this!

The First Hypocrites- Michelle O Encourages People to Vacation on the Gulf while heading to Maine

Yay for Granny Jan and Jihad Kitty!

Today's Excursion

I haven't gone out much in this heat we've been having in Chicago. But it was today, or never, in my book...had to take the trip to Evanston to pay the internet bill (and buy some frames for my photos. I'm hoping to do a show...somewhere...soon.).

This sculpture resides high above Maple Street in Evanston, right across from Blick Art Supples and a bit more than a block north of the Davis El Station. To me. it's kind of scary. I no longer like heights again (got over that once, but these days, that dislike has returned.).

On my way back to my place, I shot these beautiful pink gladioli. They are are soooo cheerful!

But when I finally got home, I had these! YUM! Peaches!